Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja gazed at the ring on her finger, a glint of silver in the dim light.

“Sometimes, I feel like I’m not normal. Can’t quite put my finger on it, but I feel this panic, like there’s so much I want to say but can’t quite catch. I remember everything we’ve been through, but my inner world feels like still water, no ripples.”

Her fingers twitched slightly as she spoke, “It’s only when I see this ring that something feels different. Can’t say what exactly.”

Ian took a deep breath and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Maja.”

After a moment, she asked, “You’re still taking me to see Dr. Herrington tomorrow, right?”

What a mood killer.

“Yeah, I am. So get some sleep now.”

Only then did Maja breathe a sigh of relief and drift off to a peaceful sleep.

Ian watched her face, kissing it over and over, never feeling it was enough.

After a while, he smiled to himself.

In this moment, he was vividly aware that Maja truly loved him.

Her love was in no way less than his.

It’s just that neither of them were good at expressing it.

What came next, he was about to do something he’d regret, something for which he had no other choice.

In the morning, Maja woke up and immediately started trying on outfits in front of the mirror.

Ian just sat on the edge of the bed watching her fuss.

her. She felt she needed

but when she went to change again, he asked softly, “You

like he’s a good person, someone I can

beckoning her with a curled finger, “Come

hand, she approached the bed, “What is

it’s not your fault so I don’t want to make this hard

I

took a deep breath and pinned her down on

appointment with him at noon, still four hours to go. Let’s do something else

under him once, breathless, her neck

those damp eyes, he couldn’t resist, and they went for another round in

outfits anymore, you look stunning. If

for mercy, “I’ll wear this

her ear, “Good choice. Wearing that while being with me, and then going to

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

his lips curving slightly, “Go take a shower, we’ll leave

to the

and came out, Ian was

outfit, remembering his words,

around her, “Ready to

nodded, unable to control the emotions in her heart, feeling like a weary bird returning home, with a profound sense of

will you

stay there

nodded earnestly, “That’s not

was just agreeing

“Maja.”

“Hmm?”

have

sudden displeasure, a hint of sadness, “Didn’t you

wanted to be sure. Open

grand double doors of their seventh-floor

held a gun, firing without